IC-N 


•  •    •  "  "   '  .  . 
. 

; 


^^^^M^^^MMiml^ 


The  Soldier's  Request. 

Liberty's  azure  scarf 

Was  mournfully  ttying 

Over  a  Union  Hospital, 

Where  lay  the  wounded,  sick  and  dying. 

With  bayonets  they  had  walled  it  around. 

It  must  not  trail  in  tte  dust, 

To  save  her  diamond  stars 

They  would  die,  if  they  must. 

The  ladies  of  the  place 
Vied  with  each  other, 
To  amuBt;  and  comfort 
The  sick  and  dying  soldier . 

A  young  lady's  special  care, 
Was  brave  Albert  Corbett ; 
He  was  wounded  unto  death. 
And  yet  he  did  not  know  it. 
Unele  Sam  gets  things  mixed, 
Although  he  is  very  kind; 
"To  get  my  shirts  washed  outside, 
Say,  Miss  Jennie,  would  you  mind  ?" 

Now,  gentle  pity  touched  my  heart  ; 

I  thought  if  it  would  please  a  dying  soldier, 

To  have  a  lady  wash  his  shirts, 

Then  he  shall  have  that  pleasure. 

Now,  sister,  you  can  see 

Why  I  brought  that  bundle  home  • 

The  doctor  says  ho  cannot  live ; 

In  two  or  three  weeks  he  will  be  gone. 

When  I  think  of  this  glorious  country. 

That  none  on  earth  can  match, 
And  what  our  brave  boys  have  done  for  us, 

What  of  it,  if  1  have  to  scratch? 

_-M.  H.  M. 


X 


Composed  in  the  71st  year  of  her  age. 


CDARY  H.  MATTHEW, 


1887. 
Griffith  &  Sons,  Publishers,  1035  Howard  St. 

SAN  FRANCISCO. 


tf? 


These  poems  are  dedicated  to  my  children, 

For  them  to  look  upon, 
That  they  may  remember  their  Mother 

When  she  is  from  them  gone. 

If.  {fi 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress, 
in  the  year  1887;  by 

MARY  H.  MATTHEW, 

in  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress, 
at  Washington,  D.  C. 


i. 

The  sparkling  of  the  ring  upon  my  finger 

Caught  my  mother's  eye; 
She  gave  me  an  eairi3st  look, 

Then  breathed  a  heavy  sigh. 

II. 

Now  mother  don't  you  see, 

That  ring  is  the  ticket  to  matrimony; 

See  how  my  sister  blushes; 

Off  to  tell  the  rest  my  brother  rushes. 


10         MOTHER'S 


III. 

They  had  higher  aims  for  me, 

Than  to  marry  a  mechanic; 
They  thought  I  a  professor's  wife  should  be- 

I  my  choice  had  made  and  could  not  see  it. 


IV. 

Said  father:  "we  might  as  well  consent, 

I  know  that  girl  so  well, 
If  she  thinks  herself  right, 

We  cannot  help  ourselves." 


V. 

The  surface  did  not  trouble  me. 

I  knew  thy  noble  heart; 
They  in  their  kindness  could  not  see, 

That  we  till  death  would  never  part. 


MOTffJRft'S  SOVr&Nlft.  // 


VI. 

Calm  arid  quiet  in  thy  mein, 

When  oppression  called  forth  thy  ire, 
Then  steadfast  in  thy  duty  thou  art  seen- 

Thine  eyes  blazing  with  honest  fire. 


VII. 

Thou  are  ever  ready  to  protect. 
The  helpless,  weak  and  small; 

He  stands  in  conscious  virtue  great, 
And  towers  above  them  all. 


VIII. 

Now  with  all  his  cares  as  a  man, 
He  never  adds  to  mine, 

But  bears  it  so  manfully, 
And  helps  me  all  he  can. 


IX. 

lie  nobly  the  battle  fights, 

To  win  bread  for  us  all, 
Against  tbe  power  of  money  might— 

The  mechanics'  chance  is  small. 


X. 

And  when  bereavement  held  the  cup, 
Of  sorrow  before  our  eyes; 

Who  was  it  said  and  pointed  up, 
We'll  meet  him  in  the  skies. 


XL 

Flannel  shirt  and  dirty  jacket, 

May  cover  the  golden  ore, 
Of  the  deepest  thought  and  feeling — 

Diamonds  and  velvet  vests  could  do  no 
more. 


SOUr_EJ\*lft.  13 


XII. 


Ladies  be  sure  you  lift  the  courteous  vail, 

And  test  your  lover's  heart; 
Or  life  for  you  will  surely  fail, 

Too  late  you  will  surely  feel  the  smart. 


XIII. 

And  when  you  find  the  mettle  true — 
No  matter  what  garb  he  wears; 

Be  sure  his  arms  will  shelter  you, 
And  lighten  all  your  cares. 


MO  Til  Kit '  A'   8  O  U  YJZ 


I. 

God  gave  me  once  a  treasure. 

Gold  could  not  buy; 
It  was  a  little  daughter — 

The  apple  of  my  eye. 


II. 

She  gently  slipped  into  a  grove, 
Wherever  she  was  wanted; 

My  darling  that  I  loved — 
My  precious  oldest  daughter. 


MOTHER'S  SOUT&WR.          15 


III. 

Envy  and  jealousy  ne'er  swayed  her  mind, 

To  all  she  was  gentle  and  kind; 
She  always  thought  of  others  good, 
And  tried  to  dojust  as  she  should. 


IV. 

She  would  not  enter  a  complaint, 
No  matter  what  they  had  done; 

She  always  some  excuse  could  make, 
For  every  erring  one. 


V 

She  was  the  children's  comforter, 

In  sorrow  or  distress; 
They  went  to  her  for  counsel, 

For  Hannah  knew  the  best. 


MOTHER'S  SOUTE.WR. 


XIL 

Then  I  mo\  ed  away. 

And  left  one  of  my  treasures; 
She  seemed  to  feel  a  sister's  love, 

Just  the  same  as  ever. 


XIII. 

Then  when  on  business  intent, 
To  her  old  home  her  father  went, 

They  watched  each  passing  train. 

To  see  their  father's  face  again. 


XIV. 

And  when  they  took  him  to  their  home- 
How  kind  was  every  one; 

When  he  returned  not  one  forgot, 
Each  had  a  token  of  forget-me-not. 


MO  THE  ft  >S   SO  V  nz 


Now  in  the  clouded  sky  of  age, 
Another  steps  upon  life's  stage, 
Not  like  her  sister  in  form  or  face  , 
But  just  the  same  in  love  and  grace. 


xvr. 

Oh!  I  have  always  had  my  share, 
Of  blessings  from  above: 

A  tender  dove  has  nestled  there, 
We  call  it  household  love. 


20          MOTHER'S  S 


I. 


Mamma,  take  me  up  now, 

My  sister  is  asleep; 
I  am  tired  of  playing  with  my  cow, 

She  won't  stand  on  her  feet. 


II. 

His  eyes  were  raised  up  to  my  face, 

So  much  like  his  father's; 

His  hands  clasped  tight  my  gown, 
How  -could  I  put  my  darling  down? 


MOTHER'S 


III. 

I  glanced  around  the  room — 

I  do  not  like  disorder. 

How  long  is  this  to  last  I  moan, 
And  to  him  sing  home,  sweet  home. 


IV. 

A  friend  of  mine  just  then  came  in; 

Not  dressed?  are  you  not  going? 
I  cannot  go  to-day,  I  said, 
And  glanced  at  his  weary  head. 


CALIFO 


V. 

Mama,  don't  go  to-day — 
Gity  so  much  bozers; 

I  won't  make  a  noise  at  play, 
Nor  play  with  my  hosses. 


20          MOTHER'S  S 


I. 

Mamma,  take  me  up  ROW, 

My  sister  is  asleep; 
I  am  tired  of  playing  with  my  cow, 

She  won't  stand  on  her  feet. 


II. 

His  eyes  were  raised  up  to  my  face, 

So  much  like  his  father's; 

His  hands  clasped  tight  my  gown, 
How  could  I  put  my  darling  down? 


MOTHER'S 


III. 

I  glanced  around  the  room  — 

I  do  not  like  disorder. 

How  long  is  this  to  last  I  moan, 
And  to  him  sing  home,  sweet  home. 


IV. 

A  friend  of  mine  just  then  came  in; 

Not  dressed?  are  you  not  going? 
I  cannot  go  to-day,  I  said, 
And  glanced  at  his  weary  head. 


V. 

Mania,  don't  go  to-day — 
Gity  so  much  bozers; 

I  won't  make  a  noise  at  play, 
Nor  play  with  my  hosses. 


22         MOTHER'S  SOUTEWR. 


VI. 

May  this  is  a  case  for  Barnum — 
A  lady  with  a  new  bonnet, 
Won't  go  out  to  try  to  show  it — 

I  think  I  ought  to  inform  him. 


VII. 

And  as  I  softly  rocked  I  thought, 
Love  is  the  wine  of  woman's  life; 

Without  love  her  life  is  naught, 
All  is  vexing  strife. 


VIII. 

He  rushed  into  the  room — 

In  after  years,  My  country  calls. 

My  father  is  too  old, my  brothers  too  young- 
I  have  inlisted,  bless  your  oldest  son. 


MOTHER'S 


IX. 

And  next,  don't  shed  a  tear, 
Think  of  our  great  cause; 

Mother,  I  am  dying,  hear, 
I.  do  not  regret  the  sacrifice. 


MOTHER'S 


e  First  Passenger  f  ram 
Scar. 


I. 

Fifty-six  years  ago, 

Some  enterprising  men, 
Started  on  a  trial  trip, 

With  a  fine  new  engine. 


II. 

They  must  have  held  their  breath, 
As  they  took  their  places, 

It  might  be  instant  death7 
Staring  in  their  face. 


25 


III. 

Off  the  iron  colt  has  started, 
Friends  holding  their  breath; 

Oh!  if  they  were  only  back! 
It  looks  like  sure  death. 


IV. 

Back  they  return,  looking  wise, 
The  colors  gayly  flying; 

The  stock  now  would  surely  rise, 
No  need  of  any  dying. 


V. 

All  honor  to  that  little  band, 
That  quietly  took  it  through ; 

And  proved  what  a  willing  hand, 
And  patient  brains  could  do. 


26         MOTHE'ft'S  S 


VI. 

Now  when  it  goes  all  through  the  States, 

I'll  sell  my  patent  churns, 
Before  another  fellow  wakes, 

Or  how  to  make  a  fortune  learns. 


VII. 

An  Englishman  said  "That's  an  engine," 

It  goes  very  fast  and  fine: 

The  Hinglishman  '"Ad  that  you  mind, 
Before  I  left  my  'ome  behind." 


VIII . 

The  poor  Indian  stood  aghast, 
At  such  an  apparation; 

They  thought  it  a  spirit  passed, 
To  spread  desolation. 


MOTHER'S  SOVYJEMR.          27 


IX. 

A  Dutchman,  through  whose  land  they  run, 

Said,  "  it  was  hell  in  harness" 
It  was  to  them  fine  fun — 

They  cut  his  farm  in  two  in  earnest. 


X. 

A  Scotchman  said,  "Meg  is  on  her  mettle, 

She  flies  through  the  air; 
But  barring  the  witches 

Minds  me  of  Tim  O'Shanter's  mare. 


XI. 

The  ladies  thought  when  out  of  work, 
Hand}7  to  go  to  other  places; 

Then  they  looked  at  each  other, 

And  said,  "Handy  to  skip  the  traces." 


28          MOTHER'S 


XII. 

The  iron  colt  is  now  horse, 

And  nothing  his  course  can  stop; 

Of  the  road  he  is  the  boss — 

He  takes  you  Jo  the  mountain  top. 


XIII. 

If  you  want  to  feel  like  a  millionaire, 
Just  take  a  journey  for  your  health; 

And  go  in  Pullman's  golden  car, 

A  journey  don't  require  much  wealth. 


XIV. 

Now,  we  have  the  electric  light, 
To  chase  away  the  shades  of  night; 
The  telegraph  and  telephone 
To  bring  the  absent  nearer  home. 


MOTJI&ft'S  SOUr^VJ'fi.  29 


XV. 

I  shoul  1  not  be  surprised 
To  see  a  train  in  the  skies, 

Drawn  by  a  balloon, 
And  hear  them  shout,  "all  aboard, 

You'll  be  in  China  soon." 


o       .  }/o  7'iivft 9s  so  rr.tf.  ^  '/A*. 


's  Opinion  of  Qmeriean  (bars, 


I. 

I  am  going  across  the  water, 

My  fortune  to  seek; 
You  are  are  educated,  Pat  Matthew, 

Be  kind  enough  to  spaak? 


II. 

What  was  that  fight  about, 
They  had  on  top  that  hill? 

I'm  an  ignorant  young  lout, 
You  can  tell  me  if  you  will. 


OTHER'S   SOUTjKWR  3f 


III. 

It  was  not  the  whisky — 
They  had  not  over  much — 

Nor  for  the  want  of  wakes 
For  they  had  death's  enough. 


IV. 

Their  huts  were  separate 
No  one  touched  their  stakes; 

And  plenty  of  prates  to  eat. 

Were  happy  barring  the  snakes. 


There  is  not  another  Biddy  McGee, 

Acrost  the  big  lake, 
To  find  fault  with  the  corpse, 

When  we  go  to  a  wake. 


32  J MTU r fill'S  S 


VI. 

Things  went  wrong  at  home, 
From  the  west  to  the  east; 

So  they  skipped  the  big  gutter, 
Without  ever  a  priest. 


VII. 

Well  Tim,  you  see  my  la:l, 
When  they  went  away, 

Forgetting  the  priest, 

They  had  no  one  to  pray. 


VIII. 

The  whisky  led  them  astray, 

In  the  forest  wide; 
And  no  one  to  pray, 

So  alone  they  died. 


MOTJTJFR'S  SQUYJEWR.  33 


IX. 

Then  there  was  Washington, 

Who  crossed  the  raging  sea; 
And  told  them  to  leave  the  cratere  alone, 

And  drink  only  tea. 


X. 

And  there  Tim,  my  lad  you  see; 

The  king  he  thought  it  would  be  fine 
To  tax  them  poor  devil's  tea, 

To  pay  for  his  expensive  wine. 


XI. 

And  then  they  followed  Washington, 
Through  mud  and  rain  and  snow, 

Until  they  had  their  tea  by  tons, 
And  made  the  roaring  Lion  go. 


MOTHER'S 


XII. 


They  bound  themselves  together, 
And  called  their  country  States; 

Washington  was  their  leader, 
And  a  president  he  made. 


XIII. 

Some  of  them  had  the  Nagers, 
The  rest  did  not  think  it  right, 

So  they  wanted  to  separate. 
And  got  into  a  fight . 


XIV. 

They  had  a  game  rooster, 
His  name  was  U.  S.  Grant, 

He  said,  "I'll  fight  all  summer 
If  that  is  what  you  want." 


MOTHER'S  SOUrJZWR  36 


XV. 

It  was  unconditional  surrender, 
No  other  terms  would  do; 

Thf  y  forgave  each  other, 

And  swore  to  the  Union  to  be  true. 


XVI. 

Hurrah!  for  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
I  would  sail  across  the  sea,  Tim, 

In  company  wid  you; 

But  (hush)  I  don't  like  this  tea. 


36          MOTHER'S  S 


(pom's 


I. 


Grandma,  tell  me  what  it  is, 

To  be  a  aristocrat; 
I  can't  understand  or  see, 

What  blue  blood  is,  and  all  that. 


II. 

Now  the  boys  are  always  telling 
Of  their  old  ancestors, 

And  of  their  respectabilty. 
What  has  that  to  do  with  us? 


OTH'E'R'S  SOUTEWR.  3 


III. 

I  told  them  I  knew  one  of  their  fathers, 
Who  was  not  good,  and  prove  it  I  could; 

Prove  it  by  the  Holy  Bible— 
I  asked  them  if  I  should. 


IV. 

I  claimed  him  as  mine  as  well  as  theirs, 
He  was  no  great  shakes  at  that; 

His  nams  was  Old  Adam. 

"O  they  said  that  is  too  far  back." 


V. 

Then  they  said  Grandpa 
Was  nothing  at  all; 

He  sat  upon  a  seat, 

And  worked  with  an  awl. 


38         MOTHER'S 


VI. 

Then  I  thought  of  my  father, 
Whom  my  grandpa  raised — 

Who  sleeps  in  the  sunny  south, 
And  fills  a  soldier's  grave. 


VII. 

I  up  and  hit  that  aristocrat, 
And  got  into  a  fight; 

It  ended  in  two  being  licked, 
And  taking  a  hasty  flight. 


VIII. 

I  believe  that  blow  I  struck, 
Was  for  freedom  from  school, 

At  least  they  will  see, 

Tom  Harvey  is  no  longer  a  fool. 


SO 


IX. 

Grandma,  I  saw  you  turn  pale, 
AVhen  I  in  my  carelessness, 

Let  old  Grumpy  kick  the  milk 
Over,  in  the  dirt  and  dust. 


X. 

Let  me  take  my  father's  place, 
And  do  the  best  I  can — 

Let  me  join  in  the  sacrifice, 
And  try  to  be  a  man. 


XL 

When  my  father  died, 
Old  grandpa  took  us  all; 

He,  his  children  kept, 
By  tugging  with  an  awl. 


AO  MOTHER'S  S 


XII. 

I  kro'v  I  shall  be  expelled, 
Straightway,  from  the  school; 

It  will  be  all  for  the  best, 

We  will  see  when  we  are  cool. 


XIII. 

I'll  sit  down  on  the  bench, 
And  work  through  the  day, 

And  go  to  school  at  night, 
For  your  sake  give  up  play. 


XIV. 

Yon  stint  yourself  in  everything, 

To  help  us  aleng, 
To  get  an  education, 

And  make  us  good  and  strong. 


MOTffJSWS 


XV. 

Oh!  grandma  what  have  I  done, 
You  are  surely  crying; 

To  take  the  place  of  your  son, 
I.s  there  any  harm  in  trying? 


XVI. 

I'll  work  on  grandpa's  seat, 
Until  I  earn  a  better  one, 

Perhaps  a  judge's  bench, 
Awaits  your  Harry's  Son. 


MO  THEWS  SOUTJEXlft 


I. 

Intake  the  Bible  for  my  guide, 
And  let  all  creeds  alone; 

Creeds  are  by  man  supplied, 
The  Bible,  God's  alone. 


II. 

No  Babtist  can  be  washed, 

In  pools  or  rivers,  clean, 
No  Methodist  by  hell  be  scorched, 

If  by  the  Bible  light  his  works  are  seen. 


MOTHJffK'S  SOUVJSWR. 


III. 

No  Presbyterian  in  Heaven  can  shine, 

Although  he  be  elected; 
Unless  he  shapes  his  life  by  book  divine, 

He  will  not  be  expected. 


IV. 

Now  we  will  take  the  Quaker  plain, 
Who  keeps  in  sight  his  honest  fame, 
And  thinks  no  harm  to  cheat  in  trade, 
And  says  he  by  the  spirit  prayed. 


Ye  power  loving  priests, 

Have  ye  not  overshot  the  word, 
And  received  from  bended  knees, 

The  homage  only  due  your  God? 


VI. 

Some  say  we  all,  to  Heaven  will  go, 

Christs  blood  atones  for  all, 

As  easy  as  school  boys  ride  down  bill, 
With  sleds  on  ice  and  snow. 


VII. 

O,  give  me  just  my  Bible  then, 
Away  with  all  the  creeds  of  man; 
I  find  within  its  holy  light, 
The  sure  guide  to  all  thats  right. 


MOTHER'S 


I. 

Beware  of  a  thorough  selfish  man, 
The  world  began  and  ends  with  him, 

He  will  deceive  you  if  he  can, 
To  serve  himself  is  ne'er  a  sin. 


II. 

True  friendship  long  cannot  live, 
With  a  thorough  selfish  one; 

He  exacts  all  and  nothing  gives, 

He  cannot  see  the  right  from  wrong. 


46*  MOTHERS  SOUT^YI'R. 


III. 

But  let  him  have  an  ax  to  grind; 

How  different  he  can  he; 
And  when  he  has  gained  his  point, 

Then  how  supercilious,  you  must  see. 


IV. 

He  grinds  beneath  his  selfish  will, 
The  hearts  he  ought  to  cherish: 

They  find  that  he  a  tyrant  is, 
And  must  succumb  or  perish. 


V 

And  when  he  gets  the  inside  track. 
Another  name  for  cheating, 

lie  does  not  even  pity  him, 
His  fraud  has  sorely  beaten. 


VI. 

Workingmen  are  his  common  prey, 
He  has  a  right  to  what  they  earn — 

He  is  made  of  better  clay  than  they, 
And  calls  himself  a  gentleman. 


VII. 

No  power  on  earth  can  stop  the  selfish  tide, 
Unless  he  believes. in  the  power  of  God, 

And  that  for  him  a  Saviour  died, 

Then  bends  beneath  his  chastening  rod. 


MOTHER'S  SOUYWl'R 


for 
Reward. 

I. 


To  do  the  best  you  can, 

And  then  to  be  blamed  at  last; 
Appears  to  be  the  lot  of  man, 

Its  my  experience  in  the  past. 


II. 

Blind  to  all  the  faults  you  see 
In  those  you  love  so  well, 

And  find  for  you  no  charity, 
It  grieves  me  sore  to  tell. 


MOTHER'S 


III. 

To  sacrifice  your  worldly  all, 
And  think  it  not  o'er  dear; 

Then  see  your  hoped  for  castles  fall, 
Without  from  them  a  sigh  or  tear. 


IV. 

To  have  your  little  ones  your  own, 
Until  they  are  to  manhood  grown, 

Then  waver  in  their  love, 

Because  by  other's  influence  drove. 


V 

And  when  the  cords  of  love  unbind, 
And  you  have  cast  them  off; 

How  sweet  the  master's  words  so  kind, 
Look  for  true  happiness  aloft. 


5O          MOTHER'S 


THE  REBELLIOUS  COAL  SCUTTLE. 


I. 

Come,  Nellie,  I  will  tell  you, 

What  a  naughty  scuttle  did; 
How  it  began  a  rebellion, 

And  threw  your  Grandma  on  her  head. 


II. 

My  friend,  Mrs.  Lawson, 

Had  to  move  away; 
Her  husband's  business  called  them, 

They  could  no  longer  stay. 


o/ 


III. 

She  left  me  some  household  things 
She  could  not  take  along; 

Amongst  them  was  a  scuttle, 
Gayly  painted,  and  very  strong. 


IV. 

Every  time  I  tried  to  pass, 

There  was  opposition, 
Until  I  called  him_to  account, 

And  found  out  the  true  position. 


I  had  before  his  advent, 
A  true  and  worthy  servant, 

Who  understood  just  what  I  meant, 
And  to  do  his  duty  was  content. 


52         MOTHER'S 


VI. 

It  was  a  sawed  off  oil  can, 
That  had  served  me  so  long; 

Scuttle  would  not  take  his  place, 
Which  I  thought  very  wrong. 


VII. 

At  last  the  monitor  was  consulted, 
And  moved  out  from  the  wall, 

And  allowed  the  scuttle  insulted, 
His  fancied  privileges  all. 


VIII. 

Under  the  stove  lie  would  not  be, 
But  stood  his  ground  outside; 

He  was  dressed  too  nice  you  see, 
And  felt  above  sawed  off  beside. 


IX. 

Now  don't  you  think  old  sawed  off, 

Of  the  two  the  best? 
Ho  never  tripped  poor  Grandma, 

But  to  please  her  did  his  best. 


MOTHER'S   SOUTEJ\Z'R 


I. 


Two  years  ago  a  little  bird. 

Fluttered  in  my  door, 
IV  in  the  way,  I'se  come  to  play, 

Mamma  is  at  the  store. 


II. 

God  bless  this  little  child  I  said, 
She  is  trying  to  help  her  mother, 

Uy  trusting  her  little  self, 
To  the  care  of  another. 


SO  U 


III. 

How  thankful  mothers  ought  to  be, 
Whose  husband's  can  provide, 

That  they  may  always  see, 
Their  children  at  their  side. 


IV. 

She  would  romp  and  play, 
With  all  the  rest, 

As  happy  as  a  lark, 

Toward  night  she'd  say,  its  most  dark. 


One  day  she  was  doing  something  wrong, 
I  said  Margaret  in  an  angry  tone, 

Now7,  said  she,  I  know  you're  mad, 

My  name  is  only  little  Mag. 


60          MOTHER'S 


VI. 

The  mysteries  of  relationship. 

Was  to  her  a  puzzle, 
If  I  was  grandma  to  the  rest 

Why  was  I  not  to  her? 


VII. 

One  day  she  meddled  with  the  dough, 
Now  grandma  don't  you  know, 

I  heard  you  a  lady  tell, 

Babies  must  be  'numbered  when  not  well. 


VIII. 

'Bides  I  have  to  make  pies, 
And  learn  to  'took  more, 

I's  going  to  make  apple-sauce, 
While  mamma's  in  the  store. 


so  vr& \ yy,'. 


IX. 


I  wanted  to  slap  her, 

Sometimes,  as  I  did  my  own, 
Then  I  would  think  to  myself. 

Poor  baby,  her  father  is  dead  and  gone. 


X. 

They  said  that  I  spoiled  her, 

I' expect  that  I  did. 
I  could  not  correct  her 

The  precious  little  kid. 


Decoration 


I. 

A  picture  hung  in  the  parlor, 

Of  an  oldest  son. 
lie  died  in  the  army, 

lie  was  a  well  beloved  one. 


II. 

It  was  Decoration  day, 

All  looked  sorrowful  and  sad, 

Even  the  children  could  not  play, 
Poor  grandma  felt  so  bad. 


MOTHER'S 


III. 

A  crowning  wreath  was  made, 
Each  one  a  flower  brought, 

Ah!  I  knew  what  it  said, 

It  was  an  emblem  of  the  thought. 


IV. 

A  wreath  of  mourning  cypress 
Proclaimed  the  conflict  passed, 

The  brave  heroes  are  dead, 
And  peace  is  gained  at  last. 


V 

Canterberrybell,  I  love  the  still, 
Proclaim  a  sister's  love, 

The  flowering  almond  hope, 
I'll  meet  thee  above. 


OF   THH 

UNIVERSn 


6'O  MOTHER'S 


VI. 

Our  country  was  calling 
Her  boys  to  her  aid, 

To  save  her  from  separation, 
And  a  rebel  raid. 


VII. 

He  went  at  the  summons, 
And  gave  up  his  life, 

To  quiet  the  rebellion, 
And  end  the  fierce  strife. 


VIII. 

He  did  not  regret 

The  steps  he  had  taken, 
Tut  thought  it  a  glory, 

To  die  for  this  nation. 


MOTHJ&ft'S  SOUr&WR.          (Jf 


IX. 

He  died  in  a  southern  land, 

Ah!  how  sad  for  me  to  tell, 
With  his  furlough  in  his  hand, 

He  said,  "God  doeth  all  things  well," 


X. 

Oh!  this  is  Decoration  day, 
No  loving  hands  are  near, 

Oh!  will  some  gentle  loving  hand. 
Drop  on  his  grave  a  rose  or  tear? 


MOTHER'S  SOVT&A'Z'R 


©arris 


I. 

God  took  a  loving  mother, 
Unto  the  spirit  side, 

She  had  to  leave  them  all, 
Her  comforter  and  pride. 


II. 

Four  year  old  Carrie  came  and  said, 
"Aunty,  where  is  my  mamma? 
Is  she  in  the  parlor? 

Papa  says  she's  dead." 


S  SO  VrJKJ\ 


III. 

Carrie  let  me  rock  you, 
As  your  mamma  did; 

I'll  tell  you  a  pretty  story, 
And  put  you  in  your  crib. 


IV. 

Yes,  aunty  I'll  go  to  you, 

And  let  you  sing  me  asleep — 

If  you  will  only  let  me  have 
Of  mamma  just  a  little  peep. 


I  took  her  in  the  room, 

Where  lay  all  that  was  left, 

Of  that  loving  mother 

Of  whose  care  she  was  bereft, 


MOTffJBH'$  SOUVENIR. 


VI. 

She  stooped  down  and  kissed  her, 

Then  in  great  surprise, 
Oh!  Auntie,  where  is  the  rest  of  mamma? 

And  tears  stood  in  her  eyes. 


VII 

A  little  child  shall  lead  you, 

So  our  Saviour  said, 
I  wondered  where  we'd  be, 

Oh!  where,  when  we  are  dead? 


VIII. 

She  missed  the  return, 

Of  her  loving  caress, 
She  knew  something  was  wrong, 

Her  mamma  was  not  so  remiss. 


IX. 

The  brow  may  be  fair, 
The  eyes  may  be  bright. 

But  if  the  soul  is  missing, 
All  is  dark  as  night, 


66         MOTIUZIZ'S  SOUTEJ\in 


©ride's 


I. 

It  was  the  month  of  January, 
The  thaw  had  begun; 

Niagara  River  was  full  of  ice, 
That  glistened  in  the  sun. 


II. 

Passengers  had  been  delayed, 
They  could  not  get  across, 

No  matter  what  the  consequences, 
Nor  how  much  the  loss. 


MOTHER'S 


III. 

A  moving  mass  of  broken  ice, 

Swept  swiftly  along; 
"No  boat  could  live  in  that,"  they  said, 

"No  matter  how  staunch  or  strong." 


IV. 

A  man  arrived  upon  the  scene, 
A  young  girl  by  his  side; 

"My  time  is  up,"  he  said, 

"I  must  reach  the  other  side." 


One  to  the  lady  said, 

"Have  you  from  home  ran  away, 
That  he  is  so  anxious  to  cross, 

By  the  light  of  this  day?" 


as 


VI. 

The  insult  your  words  imply; 

This  is  no  time  to  resent; 
It  is  true,  I  have  left  my  home, 

But  with  my  parents  consent. 


VII. 

Come  boatman,  man  the  oars, 
And  let  us  haste  away; 

Your  lives  I  will  insure, 
And  give  you  double  pay. 


VIII. 

"Say  Jack,  I'm  going  across, 

Won't  you  go  along? 
The  young  man  says  he  will  pilot  us; 

We  won't  be  less  courageous  than  the  girL 


6  rt  A 


IX. 

The  danger  lay  in  freezing  fast, 
And  losing  tho  boat's  control; 

Then  into  the  lake  we  will  go, 
And  perish  every  soul. 


X. 

He  had  taken  a  view, 

Of  the  currents  of  the  river; 

And  was  sure  he  could  cross  this  morn, 
Just  as  well  as  ever. 


XL 

Lake  Erie's  ice  was  running  fast, 
Straight  up  the  winding  river, 

It  seemed  a  formidable  pass, 
To  those  who  wished  to  go  over. 


7O  MOTHER'S 


XII. 

We  took  our  seats  in  the  boat, 
Ten  being  our  number, 

Among'st  boat  hooks,  and  ropes, 
The  crowd  gazing  in  wonder 


XIII. 

Two  miles  above  the  landing. 

We  were  forced  to  go; 
It  was  very  dangerous, 

Also  very  slow. 


XIV. 

Down  four  miles  more  we  came, 
Through  the  center  of  the  river, 

Before  striking  the  current, 

That  would  take  us  safelv  over. 


MOTIIKft'S  SOVrEWR.  7/ 


XV. 

We  had  been  three  hours, 
Slowly  working  our  way; 

On  landing,  we  were  greeted, 
With  a  loud,  "Hurrah!" 


XVI. 

"Say  lady,  please  to  tell  us, 
Why  you  was  so  calm, 

It  appeared  very  dangerous, 
Was  you  not  dreading  harm?" 


XVII. 

"We  started  on  our  voyage 

Through  life,  a  few  hours  before: 

Now  was  the  chance  to  show  him, 
I  would  stand  by  his  side  ever  more. 


72         MOTHER'S 


XVIII. 

I  knew  he  was  expected, 

At  a  certain  time: 
He  should  keep  his  word  with  men, 

Without  any  hindrance  of  mine. 


XIX. 

I  knew  he  had  begun  the  race 
For  truth  and  honor  among  men; 

What  could  a  loyal  wife  do , 
But  go  with  him  then? 


S  SO17YEJWR. 


f  ge  fiord's 


I. 

Did  it  ever  occur  to  you 
How  all  sufficient  it  can  be. 

If  you  only  in  earnest  true, 

Humbly  bend  the  supplicating  knee. 


II. 

Sweet,  the  name  of  our  Father 
That  calls  us  all  to  Him; 

He  is  our  Redeemer, 

And  saves  us  all  from  sin. 


72         MOTHER'S 


XVIII. 

I  knew  he  was  expected, 

At  a  certain  time: 
He  should  keep  his  word  with  men, 

Without  any  hindrance  of  mine. 


XIX. 

I  knew  he  had  begun  the  race 
For  truth  and  honor  among  men; 

What  could  a  loyal  wife  do , 
But  go  with  him  then? 


e:  lord's 


I. 

Did  it  ever  occur  to  you 
How  all  sufficient  it  can  be. 

If  you  only  in  earnest  true, 

Humbly  bend  the  supplicating  knee. 


II. 

Sweet,  the  name  of  our  Father 
That  calls  us  all  to  Him; 

He  is  our  Redeemer, 

And  saves  us  all  from  sin. 


76          MOTHER'S 


IX. 

Guard  us  from  evil, 

For  thou  hast  the  power; 

From  sin  and  the  devil, 

We  are  in  danger  every  hour. 


X. 

It  will  give  you  light  to  see 

What  a  child  of  God's  should  be; 

And,  if  you  have  grief  to  meet 
Lav  it  at  your  Father's  feet. 


YB   12034 


THE  ROBERT   E.  COWAN  COLLECTION 

I'RKSKNTKD    TO    THK 

UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA 

BY 

C.  P.  HUNTINGTON 

JUNE.   1897. 


Accession  No 


Class  No. 


/ 


71 


